Thirty Red Roses...

Straggering alone on that broken boulevard,

He moved slowly towards the graveyard.

Yes, came true all his fears,

as thirty roses brought him into tears.

Those thirty roses had many promises to keep,

tonight his poor soul could do nothing but weep.

Those thirty roses said they loved him thirty times more,

this ached his heart and his emotions sore.

Their redness had an incredible charm,

and those thirty roses had kept him warm.

He knew those thirty roses had loved him a lot,

but someone, somewhere was on for a slaught.

This walk had been tough and many petals shed,

He winced in pain to see those thirty roses dead.

His pain multiplied, with each and every breath,

that someone had choked his gorgeous roses to death.

This night was windy and he in a poignant state,

Kissing his beloved thirty dead roses he knew he'd always wait...

They both were madly in love...he and his thirty dead roses...